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A Fools Love
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Self Directed Condemned to a life with no life at all.
No longer will this heart sing great hymns from above;
No longer will it dance, swooning in love.
A shadow of its' past, faded by the night.
All it feels is pain, sorrow and fright.
Not a whisper, just silence and gloom.
Will this heart beat again;
not ever, not soon.
When you find me in my puddle of blood and of tears, I'll be holding onto his image hoping to find him in my dreams.
My life was built around love, but he left my tower to crumble down.
There is None.
